The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1887-11-26
WISE AND FAITHFUL.

The evening meal was just over at
Fmmsr Bottoms the big red fire
was raked into ruidier blaze, and
the candles were lighted, for the
brief November evening admitted of
no long dreamy twilight.
Mrs. Boil on was busy ut her house
hold-labors, and her husband, alb
sorbed in the columns of the city
paper.
Suddenly the farmer laid down
his paper, and pushed the steel
spectacles up on his forehead.
Ursula" said he, show would
you like to lose Kitten?"
"Lose KittenI"
The good woman dropped into
the dishpan the blue plate she was
washing.
"It's ten years since we found her
on our doorstep on March morn
in. 1t would be very hard to part
with her now ?"
"Id cen almost as soon part with
our Robin" said the wife. "But
what put that in your head just
now, Asaph?"
Mr.. Bolton rcadiusted his specta-
cles, sought ought the corner of the
paper he had last been reading, and
slowly spelled out the following par
agraph
INFORMATION WANTED of a
child named Kitty Byington, blue
eyed, with brown hair, and fair
complexion. Supposed to have
been stolen or kidnapped in the
month of March, 49,. The above
mentioned may be identified by a
mole on the left elbow, and cres-
cent-shaped scar on the left hand
When abducted she wore white
dress, trimmed with embroidery
and a coral necklace and armlets
Any information on the subject, ad.
dressed to B. B, No., =
= street, will be thankfully received
by her uncle.
"That's Kitten, sure enough p
calculated Mrs. Bolton. "But she
had no corals on, and the embroid
cry had all been tore off her dress"
Likely the rascals did that thai
stole her away. Anyhow it mus
be our Kitten. But why didn't they
advertise for her before ?"
Mrs. Bolton shook her head.
Pm sure I don't know. Wha
do you s'pose we ought to do, hus
band ?"
Farmer Bolton rose and open thl
door, calling
= "Come here, Kitten" said th,
farmer, and she came to his side
leaning her fresh pink cheek agains
his rough whiskers, to hear for tn,
first time the whole story of her life
"And now, Kitten" said the ole
farmer when he had finished tn
tale, "bring me the ink-bottle and
fresh quill, and a sheet of blue-lineC
paper"
"Father, what are you going t.
do ?"
S "I'm going to write to your folks
f child. l amt no right to keep thei
treasure back from 'em, though
0 should break my old heart to par
with the little one 1 have learned t
7 love so dearly.
a Kittens blue eyes dilated, sh
# shook her brown curls back iron
! her forehead, and stamped her smal
foot resolutely on the ground.
81 won't go to them ! 1 won't
J. WON'T"
! "Kittenp demonstrated the goo,
# farmers wife.
II love youl' screamed the chile
81 will stay with you. I'm going
be Robins little wife, and won
n leave him I''
a "But if it is right that you shoul
;, go, Kitten ?"
. IL don't care-I don't care
will stay with you all !"
', Mrs. Bolton drew the sobbing an
n excited child close to her, and siI
10 nailed to her husband not to sa
more at present.
n But when Kitten was fast aslee
le in bed, with the tears yet glistenin
u on her long eyelashes, and one lit
hand-the eresent-shaped scar di
tinctly outlined upon it-lying Q
the coverlet, Farmer Bolton got OF
r the ink-bottle and the fresh qui
and a sheet ofibluepaper, and wro
the letter to B B N